Promises

Sticks and stones will break your bones
Leave you hangin' by a thread
But words come back ad haunt you
Kill you in your bed

Cross your heart, hope to die
I'll put a knife right through your eye

You pinkie promise, you pinkie swear
And people say we make a good pair
They don't know when we're alone
I'll cut your skin to the bone

Cause, sticks and stones'll break your bones
Leave you black and blue
But words'll bruise you worse
Don't matter if they're true

One two three
Only truth will set you free
Four five six
I am up to my old tricks

You don't know if you are wrong
Can't tell if I am right
My words will haunt you
Make you fear the night

And now you must swear not to tell
For words cannot make you well

Cross your heart and hope to die
Dare you even wonder why
Why I do the things I do
Why I am so cruel to you

I bow my head and I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And the demons my soul will reap!

Your feelings here they have no meaning
And your secrets are demeaning
If you try and run away
You won't be able not to stay

So ask me no more questions,
I shall tell you no more lies
Should you ask about my past,
You'll meet your demise